My Life as a Squealing Pygmy

Yo, yo, kidlets.

 

So, guess what. Yeah. I didn’t think you’d be able to. Listen up.

 

I’ll be staying with a family (6 kiddos =O) for the next… long time. I’ll be… nannying. In Texas. Yeap. Pretty much. I bet you always knew I’d do something like this. It just has me writted all over it, doesn’t it? *sage nod*

 

So, here’s the deal. Me? I’m in pain. Them? Lots of energies. You? Pray. Mkay.

 

Before this, of course, I’ll be busing down to my family, to see them one more time before I start. So, 28 hours down, four days there (homemade bread?!!?!11!1), 28 hours back. I start on the 6th of July. Yeap. Life is good.

 

I have a doctor’s appointment on Monday morning. Prayers that God would grant a moment of brilliance to Dr. Fyfe’s mind would be most appreciated. I’m finally resigned to getting to the bottom of things, and I’d really like to do it as quickly as possible. :anxious:

 

That’s about it. So go enjoy the rest of your summer. Now! … while I go back to addressing support letters. *tragic sigh*

Where are the Igloos?

Canada’s not nearly as cold in the summer as people make it out to be. *sniffs importantly*

 

So, I was thinking the other day, and as it usually happens when you think, a thought came into my mind. This thought, being a thought that I thought while thinking thoughts, was most surprising, nonetheless.

 

I’m seventeen.

 

I did nothing to deserve to be this old. *sighs heavily*

 

Beyond that, I’d like to wish my lovely sister a happy (late) 19thbirthday. This being the first birthday that we have not celebrated together, it was rather strange for bothof us. Sisters are supposed to be together on birthdays. And if anyone dares to disagree with this statement, I shall glare at them fiercely and proceed to ignore them.

 

My mother is currently in the US. Which feels really weird, even though it in no way has anything to do with me. She’s returning to Mexico sometime next week, I think. Not that I would know. Since I’ve only gotten one email from her since… well, a long time ago. (As a side note, I’d like to point out that my parents are terrible at communication. I mean, I love them to death, but they really stink at it. =\ )

 

Today (or yesterday, rather) marks my first week living ‘on my own.’ I have ‘a job’ and I live in ‘an apartment’ with ‘other girls.’ Which, honestly, it creeps me out more to say that than to live it. So, anyway.

 

Out of all 20-ish of us pre-season staff, I’m the only one not going to school at the end of the summer. I thought this would bother me, but after sitting through conversation after conversation about these peoples’ lives, I could not be more thrilled with what I plan to do instead of school this year.

 

Also, I’ve finally decided to force myself to actually *finish* reading the entire Bible, all the way through. I can’t count how many times I’ve started and not finished. I’ve read the Old Testament several times, and half of the New Testament a few times. But never the whole thing through. So I’m fixing this. I’m currently reading Daniel. *sage nod*

 

And that’s pretty much it. :anxious:  There’s this amazing storm brewing outside, and it’s making me really happy. It rains a lot here. Which just adds to the amazing experience. Rain is pretty much the most amazing thing ever created. *beams*

 

And I would also like to say that little kids are adorable. =D

 

*scurries off*

Canadadians are Scary! =O

Or… they should have been. They weren’t. At all. Disappointing? Yes. It’s traumatized me for life. All Levi’s fault.

But, I forgive them. Because John *and* Alan (executive director of a camp in Canada and Stepping Stone’s program director, respectively) invited me to go to Canada in May. gasp. I know. i r excited. More so because dad actually said… yes. ANOTHER GASP. The deal would be that I go in May (or a few days before my birthday, actually) and return in August. AUGUST, I SAID. *sniffles* Fine. I *might* renegotiate and return in July. But only if we do camp and Jackie comes. :noway:

Mummy’s birthday is on Sunday. She and dad went to a “water park.” It’s more like… a hotsprings with cement. 0_o Anyway. They’ll be back sometime on Monday. I’m babysitting the kiddies. Aren’t we special. =D

I’m officially excited about Timothy coming. Just… fyi. :anxious: Even though it’s obvious that he’s doing this just to make Julia jealous. :noway: *runs and hides, cackling maniacally about a certain email*

AND GUESS WHAT!!1!@!11 … I have too much energy. Bet you didn’t see that one coming! =O It must be the lack of sleep and excitment about camp combined. One or the other makes me hyper, but together? No manches.

But yeah. I don’t think I have anything else to say. Not that what I’ve said so far has been all that crucial to humanity. Hum. Anyway. I think I’ve been hanging around a certain someone too long. :-k

But one last thing. I sliced my finger on a tin can. Painful? No. Bloody? Very. Does Cherith like blood? No. She doesn’t. GET IT AWAY FROM ME! *squeals* Okay… I’m not that bad. But I could survive without seeing blood gushing out of my thumb. *beams*

*waddles off happily*

Arrepientate! =O

*clears her throat*

Firstly, I’d just like to say that church and friends are very good things. *nods*

Secondly, God’s amazing. Need I say more?

Okay, so… doctor’s visit in Texas has been cancelled/delayed. I won’t say that I don’t care, because I do. But I’m no longer worried/up tight about any of this. I gave my heart to God a long time ago, and I know for a fact that He knows exactly what He’s doing with it. Or so He reminded me yesterday (and then again today).*grins a Julia-like grin*

And people still can’t pronounce my name. So I am henseforth to be known as “Catty” by the people at Refugio church. Which, by the way, are the friendliest people in the universe. I generally hate visiting churches, but they made it okay. “Are you coming back next week?” I heard that question so many times today. Almost more than “How do you pronounce your name again?” =P

And lastly, but certainly not leastly. An 18 year old beat me in Stratego. After I whipped a 23 year old. Beginner’s luck, apparently. It was fun, though. Really fun. I usually stay away from that sort of thing. Okay, mostly just chess. Maybe I should give that another try, sometime. :-k Anyway, Stratego ftw.

Oh. And yay, camp? Yessiree. (And The Man in the Iron Mask is sorta a dumb movie. Sorta a lot. >.<)